Page 82 of No Going Back
“Well it’s true every day.” Muriel hid her smile behind a can of pop as she feigned taking a drink.
She liked to give everyone a hard time, but Dianna knew there might not be anyone happier on this earth about the way things were than her. She’d managed to inherit not only a grandson, but also his father. And from what Amelie had told them, Griffin was turning out to be a hell of a lot better at being her son than the ones she’d actually birthed.
They continued to tease and talk, enjoying pizza and chips around the newly delivered dining room table, surrounded by boxes and piles.
It was absolutely perfect.
Once everyone was done, Dianna pushed up from her seat, rolling her eyes a little as Griffin insisted on helping her up. “I made dessert.” She went into the kitchen—the kitchen that was done exactly the way she’d imagined it would be—and collected the treat she baked up early that morning.
She carried it out to the table, sliding it into place before peeling the plastic wrap covering it free and slicing it into chunks using a serrated knife. “This is my favorite cake.” She dropped a piece onto a plate and slid it in front of Muriel as Griffin pried the lid off the chocolate whipped cream she’d made to top it. “My grandmother taught me to make this when I was a little girl and I have loved it ever since.” She passed a piece to Amelie, continuing around the table until everyone had their own serving of angel food cake, some piled a little higher with the whipped cream than others.
Amelie took a huge bite, her eyes rolling back in her head as she chewed. “Oh my gosh. This is amazing.” She took another bite, eyes closing as she savored it. “It’s so light and tender.” She swallowed it down, opening her eyes to focus on Dianna. “Can I have the recipe?”
Dianna smiled, a surprising amount of emotion tightening her throat. “Absolutely you can.”
* * *
“WHAT DO YOU think?” Griffin moved in behind her, resting his hands on her hips as she looked over the shower in the master bedroom. “Still like it now that you officially live here?”
“I love it.” She was a little in awe of Griffin’s taste. The combination of deep green beadboard on the wall and marble tiles lining the shower and floors kept the room in line with the elegant but light-filled style of the house, managing to look both sophisticated and expensive, and masculinely feminine.
It sounded completely contradictory but made sense in her head. Then again, she preferred to wear men’s cologne so maybe masculinely feminine was her thing.
“Good.” Griffin stepped around the clear panel of glass serving as a barrier for the overspray and switched on the water. “I’m pretty sure I love it too.” He moved in close and started to peel away her clothes. “Especially since we’ll both fit inside it.” His hands slid over her belly, caressing the barely noticeable fullness there. “With plenty of room to spare.”
“I can’t help but feel like maybe that was a little bit by design.”
Griffin hummed against her skin, his hands moving to the waistband of her leggings and easing them past her hips. “It was definitely by design.” He dropped to his knees as he worked her pants to her ankles, pressing a kiss to her navel as she stepped free. He tossed them into the hamper then stood, sliding his hands up her thighs and around her ass as his lips worked their way up her body, pausing to catch one of her sensitive nipples before flicking it with his tongue.
Being pregnant was definitely an experience. Good in some ways, less fun in others, but always amazing.
Especially the increased blood flow part.
Griffin’s mouth slid against hers as he made short work of removing his own clothes and pulled her into the shower. His slick skin rubbed against her, creating a slippery sensual sort of friction that amped up her already over-invested nerve endings.
“Turn around.”
She immediately obeyed, more than happy to do whatever Griffin asked in situations such as this. Muriel was probably right when she said it was a good thing he couldn’t get her any more pregnant than she already was, otherwise she’d be carrying a litter by now.
Griffin’s front pressed against her back, his dick resting against her ass as he reached around, one hand cupping her breast as the other slid between her thighs and began stroking her clit.
“Grab the handles.”
She gripped the two small bars spaced under either side of the showerhead, holding tight.
“Good girl.” Griffin thrust against her, sliding his cock along the cleft of her ass. “Don’t let go. I want to fuck you until your legs shake without worrying you’ll slip.”
She’d been a little worried Griffin might treat her differently now that she was on her way to becoming a mother. That he might see her as something other than just his wife. But, as he was so capably proving, Griffin had the capacity to see her in all kinds of ways while still saying the dirty things that made her knees weak.
Dianna moaned as he changed the angle of his thrusts, the next one sliding his cock between the press of her thighs and along the seam of her pussy.
“Is that what you want too, Di? Do you want me to fuck you until your legs give out?” He wrapped one arm around her waist, pinning her body to his as he rocked against her again.
“Yes.” She breathed the word out as his cock slid against her again, teasing her clit with the faintest of touches.
Griffin’s hand pressed deeper between her thighs, forcing them apart just a little more. On the next thrust he pushed into her, filling her in one consuming stroke as the warm water sluiced down her front. “So fucking wet for me.” He pushed into her again, the sound messy and obscene. “I think I like you pregnant, Di.” His hips bumped her ass a little harder, making her bounce. “I might just keep you this way for a while.”
Why was that so hot? The thought of him wanting to keep fucking a baby into her because he loved it so much had her ready to come almost immediately. “Griffin, I—”
